Chapter 64: The Blessing of Ensnared Spirit Vision, Stepping into the Doorway of the Dream World
Walking back…
Wait, where am I going back to?
Wasn’t I meditating on the ground?
Hands on my hips?
Sighing?
I seem to have done something extraordinary.
Did I use Spirit Vision to “see” something incredible?
Once I realized this, I found nothing wrong with my vision; those seniors were still there, and the meditation space they were in was still floating there abstractly.
Some seniors exited their meditation, and that piece of space shattered like smoke…
The crux of the problem isn’t this, but me!
It’s my own state!
This is a state I’ve never experienced with Spirit Vision; however it is, it shouldn’t be this non-fixed perspective. In other words, I cannot exist in a perspective separate from myself.
What is going on?
Is my soul leaving my body?
At this point, I was getting a bit anxious; the unknown state morphed into fear wrapping around me, but it seemed that a force was helping me dispel that fear.
Right, it’s that solidified magic, which can disperse negative emotions to some extent.
So that means I am still in my original state, but what is the situation now?
I urgently wanted to find out the truth, but Spirit Vision didn’t seem to help me find the reason.
I only felt as if I were stuck in an illusory world; it felt like… like… the meditation space!
But no!
This is clearly a perspective of Spirit Vision; I could even see the seniors as individuals there. How could this possibly be the meditation space?
Just as I denied this conclusion with that reasoning, a piece of information popped up. It was a message I had learned before: “The location of the Meditation Room is the area with the highest activity of dreams.”
So, this doesn’t necessarily have to be the meditation space or mental space; could it be a dream?
The idea that dreams can also form space isn’t implausible, right?
Otherwise, I really wouldn’t know how to explain this.
When I classified this place as a “dream,” I found that everything I saw seemed to undergo a change that even Spirit Vision couldn’t react to.
Everything here seemed to be evolving towards the form of a “dream” as I recognized it.
Those seniors seemed to be gradually removed from my line of sight, and the surroundings seemed to dissolve into nothingness.
The annoying messages in the state of Spirit Vision also faded away, as if everything I was seeing now consisted of meaningless, void information.
Is this a dream?
I wanted to speak, to make a sound, but I realized I couldn’t, yet the sound appeared as usual, echoing directly in my consciousness.
I paused for a long time; I needed to take a moment…
When I snapped back to reality… let’s assume this place is a dream.
As my memories surfaced, my surroundings seemed to change, as it felt like I was back in the Meditation Room I had just entered.
After all, I had just arrived here, and my impression was the most profound. It wasn’t surprising for the dream to recreate the scenes I had seen before.
I walked step by step to the wall; the illusory image became real as my attention shifted.
I stretched out my hand and seemed to feel the roughness of the wall, along with the subtle sound made by my fingertips brushing against it.
I should clearly have been meditating, yet inexplicably, I had entered here under the influence of Spirit Vision.
Although it was fascinating, it made me realize that Spirit Vision seemed to possess a terrifying effect that I had overlooked.
I used to regard Spirit Vision with caution; after all, it had left me with a lot of dreadful and life-threatening memories from the very beginning. It was only a few years ago that I began to relax my resistance towards Spirit Vision.
The Extraordinary Academy only admits students who can activate Spirit Vision, which likely isn’t just a random threshold.
Spirit Vision might be another way of observing the extraordinary.
However, my Spirit Vision seemed to reveal more than what others could see. No, it was beyond just revealing more.
I clearly remembered that my younger brother, Yang Yunhan, had a Spirit Vision that was so gentle; the truth in the Inner World surfaced gradually or surfaced and disappeared inadvertently, adding a touch of novelty to an otherwise boring life.
And I seemed to have entered a Cthulhu-like world, facing gods that are impossible to face directly—it was truly terrifying.
Putting aside those memories, any recollections of them were not pleasant for me.
I should focus on the present. Since I entered this state, if I meditate now, can I perform a nesting effect?
Suddenly, this thought popped into my mind and spiraled out of control.
Then, let’s give it a try~
After all, nothing could be worse than the current situation…
After I tried again, I found myself caught in a loop; the dream was reshaping once more, strangely akin to a dream within a dream.
Spirit Vision seemed to hold no meaning here; if this is a dream, and I possess self-awareness, does that count as a lucid dream?
Yet I seemed to lack the power to control this dream at will; it seemed to be changing uncontrollably within my subconscious recognition.
One moment, it was the Meditation Room; another moment, it was my spacious villa; the next moment, it was Sister Bai’s house.
I witnessed the shattering and reorganization of the surrounding environment, and I also experienced the fragmentation and traversal of dreams. Even though I could neither control nor prevent them well, they seemed incapable of giving me any substantial impact.
It seemed like I was in a dream, but the difference was that I was awake, yet hadn’t truly woken up.
If I continued to try “meditating,” it seemed only to create meaningless dreams within dreams; I had gained nothing so far.
Time here seemed to hold no significance; I was already starting to feel anxious about what was happening outside. Would I be timed out and thrown out?
I resolutely shattered the last dream, and my consciousness returned to my original body.
As I clearly felt my eyes open, my eyelids made a faint sound from being closed for too long. This was real reality!
I’m back… so easily?
I turned my head; beside me, wisps of green smoke were still dissipating.
The incense hadn’t finished burning; Senior Huanxin seemed to have said that it would last at most half an hour.
That means not even half an hour has passed?
“This is truly fascinating.”
I couldn’t help but exclaim; the feeling of voicing was indeed very real, but a bit strange too. After adapting, I became accustomed to it.
After all, the gap between dreams and reality was still a bit too large.
As I opened my eyes, I once again used the perspective of Spirit Vision to observe the Meditation Room. Limited by the visual perception of my eyes, the walls became an obstacle; however, after the earlier attempt, I could even “ignore” the walls. It just looked a bit strange.
In this observation, I could once again see those seniors in the meditation spaces after their meditation, which seemed to show no significant differences.
Subconsciously, I walked forward and suddenly bumped into the wall. Feeling slightly embarrassed, I touched the tip of my nose, and then instinctively put my hand on the wall. The smooth texture on the wall and the reflective surface seen up close clashed violently with what I had seen and felt back in the “dream.”
It seems that the sensations and visuals I experienced in the earlier dream were merely figments of my imagination?
This is interesting.
